Fine Wine

I painted my imagination with you in mind,
Unfortunately, it was all black.

Cloud of thoughts that floats over the canvas has colors of us which merge to a rainbow.
Black was not your imagination, it was the sky of shackles keeping us apart.

The colours were long lost when you said ‘school is over’, each day, we now fight a battle of our own which ends in either white or black.

O my friend, how do I keep you?
You are young, wild and free,
Reach out and achieve the fame,
For souls like you can’t be tamed.

Why any of us has to be tamed?
Why do we need fame?
I am just floating with the wind of the universe
Sitting with you writing a verse.
Darling, let the wind paint the colors on the canvas of our lives,
The blacks and the whites are just feathers of time.
Love like ours is eternal.
Imagination is like fine wine.

Note: The piece where I am the muse and my muse is my co-author. This is not a poem. This is a WhatsApp conversation.

An almost all this while

We are a generation of almosts,

We almost achieved what we dreamt of,

We almost dated the one we loved,

We almost made it through.

We are a bunch of people who abandon things at the last leg.

We are the people who seek Independence while being co-dependent.

We are the people who love but don’t hold on to it.

We are the ones who believe that there is always a second chance.

We leave things in the hope of them coming around.

We are not alive. We are neither dead.

We are an almost all the while.

We are almost dead while being almost alive.

And my weapon.

It was raining when you looked me in the eye. Your presence makes me feel the best and the worst about myself. You are beautiful in peculiar ways. You are not handsome. You are not good looking either. You are just you who makes me feel things that I can’t really comprehend. I have loved you and I continue you to love you so much. But we are not meant to be, can you see it? I have been seeing it for the longest time and there is terrible looking thing called hope in between us binding us through invisible threads of time. But I see them breaking, one atom at a time. It is scary so as to how much I want to feel your heart thump against my ear and how much I want to choke you with my hands and let go of your love.
Whenever I said that you have hurt me, all you said was that it was just a bit of love. Darling does love hurts? I have been told that only allowing you in the walls of the temple will hurt and there’ll be river of red flowing but there are oceans of saline water creating waves while the heart bleeds nothing but love.

The ones who love us really know how to hurt us.

We are closer than ever yet so far apart.
I am lost in this Galaxy, don’t try to find me. I will be the star burning so bright that the light will be the cause of the death. Darkness is my prey.

And love, my weapon.

Not a Bollywood Fan, Yes, a Bollywood Lover. Judging me much?

Hello Readers,

I hope you are doing well and had a beautiful weekend. So without giving an elaborate context to this post, I will come straight to the point.

I don’t like to watch movies a lot because they are extremely time-consuming and sometimes the movie turns out to be a total waste of few hours of my life where I could do some other constructive stuff. However, I absolutely love Bollywood songs and I am never “not listening to music”. Be it songs of Kishore Kumar, Geeta Dutt, Mukesh, Mohammad Rafi, Jagjit Singh, Talat Aziz, AR Rahman, Arijit Singh, Atif Aslam, KK, Sonu Nigam, Lata Mangeshkar and so many. However, whenever it comes to watching movies, I am very lazy. There are a few movies which I absolutely love and just keep rewatching them again and again and again. My list of favorite Bollywood movies includes DDLJ, Kal Ho Na Ho, Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham and similar kinds of movie where SRK plays the dream romance character. I love all those movies where romance is a perfect fairy tale. And SRK is synonymous with the term love and romance for me. All my favorite Bollywood songs are mostly love songs. A lot of my close friends do not like Shah Rukh at all while here I am crushing over him almost all the time. I don’t love all his movies though, heck I haven’t even watched all of them but my love for him is just unexplainable in words. I feel hurt when my friends don’t appreciate him and I know it is wrong on my part because we are all entitled to our own choices because I also don’t connect with a lot of things they connect with.

So yeah, I am not a Bollywood fan yet I love Bollywood for giving movies like Dil Se. Why I am talking about just Dil Se? Because I watched it and it made me go gaga over SRK and my friends gave such reactions that here I am on my blog writing absolutely random shit because yeah my blog, I can express my views. Hehehe. Anyway, I know a lot of you might have a lot of negative things to say about this post and a lot of hardcore SRK fans would be judging me for loving SRK on the basis of a few movies and not all of the incredible work he has done. My sincere apologies to both the groups of readers. There is no point in writing this blog post. The only thing you gotta take away from this post is that there is one amateur writer who is fangirling over SRK just because she watched a movie of his over the weekend.

Btw Fun Fact:

Amateur is a word derived from Latin word, Amar, which means love, love.

And it literally translates to doing things for the love of it.

This is the best thing I have learned today.

And I watch the SRK movies for the love of SRK and wrote the blog post for the love of it.

-AN AMATEUR IN ALL POSSIBLE WAYS

P.S. I know the thoughts represented here are not structured at all and I am in no mood to get them structured or edit it. Ignore the Grammar errors if you spot any. Listen to good songs and enjoy your Sunday! Toodles! 😀

Heart on the sleeve

To love is the most personal thing ever. You just identify one human and make him or her the subject of your affection. We human beings are born with a heart and in this real world of fake people and transient forevers, this heart of ours gets beaten up often and we become this cold distant humans whose hearts are locked up because we are too afraid of love and feeling vulnerable. That feeling when your soul is absolutely naked in front of someone you love is unsettling, it gives you a pittish feeling in the centre of your chest and your bosom feels ached to be hugged and held tight but that doesn’t happen and you continue to live like that feeling that void and carrying it with you wherever you go. You don’t know the beloved’s heart. You may know it and it may break your heart but you still choose to keep going on feeling strange and having that heart on your sleeve because for a moment Rumi’s words heal you and you believe in universe and destiny and Ted Mosby who taught you to never give up on someone you love even when it completely destroys you and there you are smiling and going on as if nothing has happened while your heart lays exposed like never before. I have got only one thing to say here-

Dear heart,

just own it like you have always owned it. Afterall hearts were made to be broken. Keep showing off the sleeve.
Or maybe just fade off slowly while you bleed with your heart on the sleeve. But never lock the heart inside. Never.